Dear Readers, I thought I’d share snippets of thoughts that I’ve been able to hold onto—a handful of things not easily forgotten by Beau nor me. Memories that connect me back to a past with my dad but also lead me to a life without him in the future. Grief bridges. The wind rushing through…
Category: Beau Bercaw
Heart Breaking and Bank Robbing
Dear Readers, Beau died two weeks ago today. I woke up at 6:30 a.m, which was his time of death. Since then, I really haven’t been able to get out of bed. Movement seems as difficult as the Times crossword puzzle. I’m glad I have a cozy bed with beautiful memories of Asia all around…
How Do I Feel?
Dear Readers, Since Beau died, people regularly ask how I am doing. It’s a good question, and one that I would like to answer, but I have no idea how I feel. The truth may be, and I haven’t figured this out until now, that I feel dead too. In some ways my grief feels…
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